This past week, I found myself with about an hour to kill between commitments, so I headed over to a nearby Starbucks; maybe I could squeeze out a few paragraphs before meeting a friend to catch up on the past couple months. Walking to the front door, I noticed a decade-old white SUV in the nearest handicap parking space. Outside the open passenger door, a lady in her seventies – smartly dressed with well kept silver hair – was helping her husband out of the truck.
Maybe it’s just me. All my life, I would reflexively and constantly envision where my life was taking me, and how the people in front of me would fit in to that picture. Some people would get the lifetime pass, but for most I had to be able to loosely identify how we fit together. Would you be helping me? Would I be helping you? Would we be able to hang out and relax together? Did we entertain each other? Continue reading The Solemn Power of Being There